Denver closed his eyes and leaned his head back against his chair.
“Don’t kill the kid, Denver,” I ordered. “You have a lot to lose here.”
Denver’s blazing eyes opened and pinned me. “Who was it?”
“Jetty,” I answered.
Denver’s eyes narrowed. “Her and Jetty haven’t been together in three to four months.”
I nodded.
“Goddammit.” He stood up. “I need a minute alone with her.”
Three hours later, Denver was once again in control, and we were finally headed back to the house.
When we got there, I unwrapped myself from around my man and said, “I’m sorry I kept you from work.”
He caught me around my thigh and pulled me to him.
Going, because why the hell wouldn’t I, I bent down and pressed my lips down on his.
He growled into my mouth before I pulled away.
“I’d follow you into hell, Nettie. I’d fight every single demon in the place as long as I got to be by your side.” He gave me one final squeeze. “Get inside.”
I waved at him as I climbed the steps to the house, then used the keypad code on the door to let myself inside.
Only when I was inside with the door locked did I hear him ride off.
He had a lot to do today at the vet practice, and Holly had been able to cover for him mostly. But she couldn’t take patients and do surgery, so he was still needed.
A soccer ball was in the middle of the living room, and I couldn’t stop myself from flicking it up off the floor with my toe and juggling for a few minutes.
That was what I was doing when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.
A man, all in black, covered from head to toe, started to raise his hand.
I didn’t think, just reacted.
I kicked the ball as hard as I could at the man and dashed into the kitchen.
I knew exactly where all the hidden guns were.
Boone was pretty bad about stashing them throughout the house. One in the bathroom under the third towel. One in the living room, behind the fourth cushion. A few in his room, some in his office. But the one I was going for was in the kitchen.
It was in the cabinet under the sink at the very back.
I yanked it open but didn’t bother to check the chamber.
I knew a round would be ready for me.
The sound of a motorcycle started in the distance just as the man in black came from around the living room wall, arm raised with a gun front and center.
And because I’d had Margery Windsor as an idol, I knew all there was to know about guns.
She was a sharpshooter and had taken up the hobby when she was in her teens. She loved going to competitions and had taught me everything that I knew.
So, when his gun was in sight with his hand holding it, I aimed and fired.
